Streamer Junkie

Excuses by Mark Usyk

Sleeping bags were hung in the sun, draped over the canoe rack on my truck. My father’s tent was set up not where he would be sleeping in it by...
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Raiders of the Lost Fly Box by Mark Usyk

When I was a little kid I wanted to be Indiana Jones. True story. I wanted to be an archeologist and search far off places that were hard to get...
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The One That Got Away by Mark Usyk

It wasn’t hot and humid as the weather man had predicted. It was overcast and maybe 72. The water flowed a clear tinted tea color, as most Adirondack streams and...
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In Pursuit of Northern Pike by Mark Usyk

10:30pm. I sit in silence under the light of my tying bench, my wife and kids asleep, the rest of the house dark. Bear paces back and forth from one...
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Discovering the La Chute River and History By Mark Usyk

The schedule on the shop wall said “Microwave dish install. NYSP. Ticonderoga”. I turned and asked the question. “Who’s been up there? Where do we stay and is there water...
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Priorities and Avoiding the Skunk by Mark Usyk

Coming off the midnight shift I came home and showered, trying to scrub off the smell of work. Not so much because I smelled, I’ve gotten used to the smell...
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Fly Rods Are Not Found in the Lawn Care Dept. by Mark Usyk

It’s an older bike. Not an old Pan Head or Shovel, just a 15 year old Sportster. But it looks like it’s 30 years old as it sits in the...
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Fly Fishing in the Blood by Mark Usyk

Everyone has that one fishing place that trumps all others. Mine is a small lake on a farm that belongs to distant cousins in Cobleskill NY. My grandfather started picking...
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